So what?
I’m anxious about going to work tomorrow that it kind of ruined my Sunday. I woke up with the news that I messed up proofreading AGAIN for the nth time. I’m scared with the thought that what if I am not growing? What if I am disappointing people? I so dreaded the feeling of not being good enough and being a failure. I try to do everything to be good and to please people. I am so uncomfortable with the thought that someone hates me or someone doesn’t think I’m deserving of the things I’ve accomplished in the past because I’m a messed up. But then I realized, so what? So what if I disappoint people? So what if I lose this job? So what if I am not good enough? At least I’m trying my best and that has to count for something. I know the universe falls in love with a persistent and resilient heart. But I cannot keep on insisting on what is not meant for me. Somewhere along the way of being lost, of feeling like a failure, I am going to eventually land where I am supposed t...